Saturday, March 11, 2006

It all started when I walked into the print room and someone complained about how full the paper shredder was.

"Oh really ..." I mused aloud.

Originally I just thought we'd fill Dane's drawers and close them, leaving it as a hidden surprise. But as we came to realize the sheer volume of shreddings we were working with, we ... well, we lost it. We weren't human beings any more. We were like animals. I'm not proud of the things I've done.